Novel & Cerita Flaming Halo Halo Las Vegas

MICAH The bus smelled like diesel and the scent of fish lingered in the air. I pressed my forehead against the window and watched Haloshul reveal itself slowly in pieces. First the coastline, catching the last of the afternoon light. Then the billboards, loud and bright, advertising things I didn't recognize. A new nightclub where the old pharmacy used to be. A casino with a name written in aggressive neon. A boxing gym promising to make men out of boys, which struck me as both hopeful and vaguely threatening.

I’d cum deep inside you and make you push it out so I can watch it drip down your thighs. Me: Yes. Fill me up. Use me. I want to be your secret whore. The heat between us was intense. My body was on fire. I was so close to coming just from the dirty words on my screen. ShadowHunter88: I’m too fucking hard to keep texting. I need the real thing. Meet me tonight. There’s a quiet bar called The Velvet Room downtown. 10pm. Wear something easy to take off. I stared at the message, heart pounding. This was reckless. Dangerous even. But the ache inside me was too strong to ignore.

The Sovereign’s Penthouse was a masterpiece of insulated, high-tech luxury, hovering thousands of feet above the sweeping kinetic bridges of Neo-Pangaea. Jack practically floated across the polished white glass floor. The residual effects of the 'Nectar of the Core' buzzed through his veins like carbonated sunshine, fueling the most potent Pink High of his life. His pale, delicate features were flushed with an ethereal, neon-pink luminescence, and a continuous trail of glowing, physical Pink Blossoms drifted from his fingertips, settling softly onto the sleek chrome furniture.

I joked. That actually made him laugh. The next morning, Dren was already waiting in the inn’s lobby as the sun barely peeked over the eastern horizon. He’d brought an open carriage decorated with bronze carvings shaped like tongues of flame. We were taken to the Beacon Core, a grand palace built right above the crater of a dormant volcano. There we were welcomed by rows of servants dressed in deep crimson and gold. “Welcome to the Feast of the Eternal Flame. Allow me, Thaddeus to host you,” said a middle-aged man wearing robes that looked woven from strands of light itself. “Cinderbloom is honoured to receive a delegation from Sapphire Water especially a Luna blessed with dual gifts.”

The kind of halo that shouts danger and strange for most people, but for people who seeks getting drunk and stupid, it’s just the place. Turn right off the main road not 20 minutes off the highway, Mia arrives right at such a store with purple light shining and jumping. Dozens of people lined up in front of the small gate guarded by two bulky, mean-looking men. It doesn’t look like a welcoming place, but with a VIP card with fancy dresses, you will get right in with almost touching level of considerative service. The woman right in frong of Mia holds such a card. They call her Madam Lya.

It was absolutely magical and had resulted in me getting so wasted I did the most stupid thing in the world. You guys probably want to know what this stupid thing is. Okay so, firstly I need to explain why I did this. It was my fourth beer pong game (and you guys know how much I suck) and this guy came up and helped me win my fifth game. It was so sweet of him. And he was HOT! And not just, beer goggle hot – no actually hot. How do I know it wasn’t just beer goggle hot? Because the next morning he still looked that way.

I can briefly see Chance speaking with Abby and her boyfriend, but can't see Candice, Austin, or Shawna. The inside of the house is just as ungodly as the front. There are tables all over with green felt on top of each. I can see a few hired dealers and even more poorly d¨¦cor. On the walls are neon lights flashing Vegas icons and more of those damn green and red lanterns. To the right is a food table that is surrounded by Vegas props like dice and show signs. To the left are dozens of black, red, and white balloons that enclose around a giant three tier cake.

"Oh yeah. That hit the spot." We talked for a bit more, enjoying the silence and the aesthetic that the island had to offer when the waiter arrived with our dessert — a tray full of two huge glasses. "This is halo halo, sir," The waiter said, putting the tray on the table. There was a lot going on in the tall glasses. "You will use this elongated spoon," the waiter held up a long spoon with a small head. "And you'll use this to mix all the ingredients together such that they're all soaked with milk and ice."

There’s no point in arguing because, as annoying as it is, I love Mikhail too, and I’d worry if something were to happen to him. Almost as soon as I disconnect the call, Azazel’s text appears. “What’s a Halo?” Jules asks. I reply distractedly as I read the text. “A Halo is a vampire coven. Unlike humans, vampires have a social hierarchy. The Halo provides vampires shelter, blood, and opportunities to earn money. It also makes them feel protected. My brother, Tristan, is the master of the Halo I work for.” “Your brother?” She quirks a questioning brow. “I thought you only had three brothers, Mikhail, Kell, and Carrick.”

“Of course.” The slopes are separated by palm trees that rustle in the wind, bringing an even more suffocatingly hot weather through the billboards of flat screens. We pass by sophisticated stores, outlets, buildings that imitate those we know as sights of other countries, and the magnificent High Roller, the largest and most talked about Ferris wheel in the world. So many promises of colors that explode at night, tourists who gather in line to take a picture next to the sign that reads "Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas", and the sounds that escape through the closed windows of the car, resonate inside me "right in that empty space in my chest.